"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~2~ "Coffee Gossip."

~Michael~
"I'm sorry, I know, I know I'm late!" I rushed into the cafe, I'm almost thirty minutes late for the start of my shift. I accidentally slept in this morning. The front doors slammed behind me as I struggled to tie my apron on, my jeans uncomfortably rubbing my thighs together, god I need new pants, I'm so broke right now.

"It's literally 9:30! You know how many of your customers I've had to take already?" Posi scoffed, coming out from the back kitchen with a scolding hot pot of coffee. She poured the liquid into a cup and passed it to the man sitting at the counter in front of her with a smile.

"I'm sorryyyy, I was up late." I rolled my eyes, bending down and grabbing the plate of fresh blueberry scones I made the other day, placing them on the counter for customers to freely grab. "And what were you doing so late that couldn't have been done in the day huh?" The way she rushed around with perfect choreography was beautiful to watch, I was afraid of being a cork in the screw and messing up everything, what's new?

"Meeting a hot guy." I hmphed triumphantly, this hint at a chance of gossip clearly intrigued her. She crooked an eyebrow, "Oh really? Lunch break, you and me. I want to hear everything." She smirked, just now realizing a customer has been waiting for her for almost five minutes, I never said we were good at our jobs, we certainly don't get paid enough to give a shit.

I grabbed my notepad and walked up to one of the tables with an old woman sitting at it, looking out at the pretty snowy sidewalks. Welp, time to actually work I guess. "What can I get you?"

"Okay, okay, okay. Now. Tell me everything." Posi was practically dragging me on the floor just to hear the gossip about some random guy I met. I'm gonna blow her fricken mind.

We sat down in the break room, it was just us today, like most weekends. "Okay, so, basically my father was being a little shit and wanted me to go down to the shops and grab some weird stuff for his work at like 10 pm." I begun, but was quickly interrupted.

"10 pm?! Is he insane?"

"Posi!"

"Sorry, sorry."

I crooked an eyebrow and continued, "I found out that the shop was closed because of course it was, and then this guy asks me if I'm alright and he was so fucking hot. He had this like bright red hair and blue eyes, and he had fucking tattoos down his arm." I was practically squealing, but I didn't, I held composure.

"I started to kind of flirt with him because who wouldn't? And then I found out.." I stopped halfway through, just wanting to see that glisten in Posi's eyes as she craved for more of the story, "Well?! I swear to god Michael Afton I will punch you." She held up a hand, I calmly put it back down with a chuckle.

"He was a royal.. He could smell right through my blockers, and he had the crown tattoo on his hand." I whispered, her mouth practically dropped right off her skull, her eyes so wide I could basically only see the white. "You're lying.." She barely mumbled, covering her mouth, I shook my head.

"And he fucking called me "darling!"" I flopped down onto the couch in the break room, bringing my knees to my chest and hiding my red and flushed face in a fit of fluster. "Why is a Royal out in the middle of the night? Also, I should probably get this out of the way, why did you talk and not to mention flirt with a man in the middle of the night!" She poured herself a pot of hot chocolate from the break room stash her and I have.

"He was hottt.." I cried, suddenly hearing the timer from Posi's phone go off, meaning our break was unfortunately over. I stood up, brushing off my apron as we walked back out to see a customer waiting at the counter, oops.

"Hey, welcome. Sorry if you've been waiting, just got off my break." I smiled, leaning my hands on the counter, the man standing in front of me had black curly hair and freckles that completely shined across his face. "What can I get for you?"

"Hey uhm- I'm sorry to ask this- but-uh-" He nervously spoke, I raised an eyebrow at him, are you that nervous to ask for your coffee? "Your co-worker, Uhm- I kind of like her, can I maybe talk to her?" His face turned red with blush, I looked up at him, oh this poor sweet man.

"Posi? She's a lesbian, sorry dude." I refrained myself from laughing, he stared down at me for a moment, "Oh- that's okay, thanks man." He held out a fist like he wanted me to give him a fist bump, I looked at him unimpressed, but gave it to him anyway. Can't have him suffering two rejections in one day. I rolled my eyes and moved on with my shift, only four more hours, god.